Chapter 12 #3
“I don’t think I’d have forgotten. You’re incredibly soft.
” He reached between us, toward his own cock, which was substantial.
More substantial now that he was getting hard as well.
Even though the water covered it, Inkiri’s hand came away slick, and he used his own slickness on me.
“It’s odd you lack this,” he said as he spread his own lubricant around my hole.
“Sorry.”
I had the sudden urge to lean into him. Or, no, I wanted to rut against him. His hand, those precise touches, circling… I dipped my head and kissed him, although all I really managed was uncoordinated licking, not that Inkiri seemed to mind.
He increased the pressure against my hole and touched himself again to add more of his own lube.
I was getting used to this, and the more I got used to this, the more I could enjoy it.
Enjoyment in this case came with my balls tightening and the need for release getting stronger.
The water around my cock added a different kind of stimulation, and with my wet skin cooling even though I was only getting hotter, it was exhilarating.
I finally focused enough on kissing to dip my tongue into Inkiri’s mouth, and when I did, he pushed a finger into me. I moaned, clenching against the intrusion before I remembered that I wanted this.
Inkiri clicked, and I relaxed. Until he pushed deeper and moved that finger, and wow. Holy heck. I had imagined what anal would feel like, but I wasn’t prepared for this at all.
The sensation was strange, no doubt about it. It was also good, and I’d been such an idiot for not simply having grabbed the nearest available person once I got to college to try this. It was just that good.
I had no idea whether it was my prostate he was touching. All of it was too new, but it was as if I had a button in there that could make me moan and squirm and want to fuck his finger. Which I definitely did, a little bit.
“Yes, Sadir, you’re doing well. Keep moving like that. You’ll take my cock well, I can tell.”
Inkiri’s low, rumbly voice washed over me, and oh my, it was sexy. So effing sexy. It made me want to present my ass to him so he could take me—hard or soft, it didn’t matter. At least, I thought it wouldn’t matter. I didn't know what any of it would feel like, but boy, did I want to find out.
“Ink,” I said. “Yes, feels so good.”
“It’s supposed to.” He pushed another finger inside.
The new fullness left me trembling. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he moved, unsure whether I could come without touching myself.
I’d read a fic about that, and the idea had fascinated me ever since.
If it was a possibility, it was going to happen with Inkiri’s fingers inside of me, pressing all those pleasure buttons he seemed to know a lot better than I did already.
“’S so good,” I mumbled while he moved his fingers inside, stretching me.
“I know. You’re very responsive, like you need this and have been waiting for it. But you’re very tight also. You need a bit more time.”
More time came in the form of another finger pushing into me and working to stretch me open. I glanced down between us at my own swollen cock, flushed with need. I saw his breaking the water’s surface, the tip wide and slick, with that pointiness to it. It would be inside of me soon.
I trembled at the thought; not with fear, but anticipation. Rationally, I was pretty sure I would feel every inch of that cock once we were done, maybe for days, but Lady Lust was riding me, and she was wearing spurs. She wouldn’t let me back out of this.
Inkiri leaned against me to lick my throat. “Yes, look. It’ll give you pleasure, sweet thing. All of my cock will give you pleasure. Do you want that, to feel it in you?”
“I… Yes. It looks so darn big.”
I wheezed when his fingers did something that skimmed the edge of pain.
“It’s big. And you’re almost ready.”
Considering most of our conversations had included awkwardness at some point, I was surprised how well this was going. His bedroom talk was really hot to me. That was another surprise, as I had no idea where he might’ve practiced that.
I lowered myself onto his fingers, sighing with pleasure when I felt them go deeper, deeper.
I really was damn close to coming, and if I hadn’t been holding on to Inkiri for balance, I might’ve rubbed one out already.
That would have been unfair though. He was really good at this, and I didn’t want to disappoint him when he was working so hard.
Inkiri stretched me for a few more minutes, all the while licking my throat, then he clicked and slowly pulled his fingers out.
I whimpered at the loss of that strange new pleasure I was already addicted to, but Inkiri moved before I could complain about it. He slid out from under me and got behind me while I braced myself against the side of the tub where it fused seamlessly into a shelf-slash-bench space.
He’d brought a few towels along when we’d first slid into the tub, and now he grabbed them from the shelf and piled them under my arms and torso so I could lean on them while he adjusted my prepped ass.
“From behind will be easiest at first.” He ran soothing hands along my sides, up my back and shoulders.
On the way down, he gave my balls a quick tug and stroked a finger along my cock while simultaneously rubbing his own cock against my crack.
“Look how stiff you are, sweet thing. Your cock is very pretty when it’s stiff. ”
I moaned shamelessly and plopped down on the towels, not trusting my arms to keep me upright.
Behind me, Inkiri chuckled. “Are you ready to be opened up, Rory?”
“Yes. Fuck me, please.” I was channeling all my bravery and feeling downright dirty—in the best of ways—for phrasing it like that. I hadn’t known I had that kind of language in me.
“As you wish.” His head pressed against my hole, and I made a noise I’d never made before. It was a cross between a keen and a whimper, and I hoped Inkiri liked it. “Bear down as it goes in,” he said with his hands holding my hips.
Just like that, his too-large cock was filling me up.
It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, not at first. It wasn’t exactly bad either.
The feeling was best described as strange and new, and I realized that this was when I likely would have chickened out with any other partner.
Something about those clicking noises filling the air between us, something about big hands stroking me, allowed me to relax instead.
I knew I was safe. He’d always stopped when I’d told him to, and I knew that he would now if I wanted that.
I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel the tension draining out of me, and Inkiri staying still helped.
There was a point when I accepted the burn, the fullness, the small discomfort.
He must’ve sensed that, because that was when he reached forward and pulled my upper body against him so I could feel his hitching breaths brushing the shell of my ear.
“You did so well,” he murmured. He finally moved. Just a little, but enough to make me utter a near-soundless scream. “So well. And you feel so hot inside, so soft.”
“Ink—fuck.”
If he hadn’t been holding me, I’d have collapsed forward.
But his arms were strong around my middle.
His hands…well. He used those to torture my nipples, and when he moved a little more, there was this one moment where he pinched my nipple that made me scream and damn near come right then and there.
“Sweet thing, you will make me lose myself if you keep doing that. It’s already difficult.”
“Ah—I—so—pleeeaaase, more. Please.” There were my manners. No one could say I didn't know how to ask politely.
Inkiri chuckled and said something rapidly in his own language. It didn’t matter. He felt so freaking good, and every time he rocked his hips, it got better. His lubrication was more than enough for the both of us, and I felt so open, yet so tight. So filled, yet so very empty.
Him inside me, fucking me, it turned into a needy chase for pleasure and release. It wasn’t a very long nor a very difficult chase. I came after a few more thrusts, either because Inkiri hit just the right spot or because he’d learned to pinch my nipples just at the right time.
The why didn't matter. Heat washed over me and my muscles clenched. I screamed. Like, loudly. I hadn’t expected that. It shocked me.
Inkiri just purr-growled softly, speeding up even as I pumped out everything I had into the bath water, and after he slammed into me so hard my teeth rattled, I felt heat flood into me as his cock pulsed with his release.
He held me tightly against himself, licking and nipping my neck.
“Wow.” I sounded a little breathless. Or a lot breathless. The last shreds of my virginity had just been, well, shredded, and I was feeling good about no longer being untouched. Until something inside of me sort of pinched. “Ow. Uhm. Can you pull out?”
“Not yet, sweet thing. Relax.” Inkiri held me closer.
The pinching only got worse, and Inkiri’s hold on me tightened. “Ink, what the fuck? What is happening?”
“My barb. I didn’t think it would happen, but it will go down soon.” He nipped my neck, a bit harder this time. “Keep still. The more you wiggle around, the more you’ll feel it.”
“Did you just say…did you just say barb? What the fuck kind of monster cock did you shove up my ass, exactly?”
Inkiri clicked at me. “It’s normal. My tip is crowned with a ring of barbs. Very tiny ones.” He nipped my neck, then licked the spot. “It happens mostly with hangua. The swelling lasts only a few minutes.”
“Oh, my—darn it.” I wiggled again, felt his barbs, then decided to keep still. “You could’ve mentioned that beforehand, you know.”
“It’s unusual for it to happen for the first time with a new partner. Then again, I feel the mate call from you. Stronger now than before.” He clicked; a deep sound, soothing. “I should’ve said something, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
He sounded it. I immediately forgave him. Had to be the very nice orgasm I’d just had.
“This is… Is this so you keep your hangu…uh, hangua in place to get them pregnant?”
Inkiri chuckled. “If sex were only for procreation, yes. But it feels nice. Not so much the first time, of course. I’m sorry it’s so much all at once.
But there is something to be said for the closeness after.
For how I get to hold you while you hold my barb inside.
” For emphasis, he lavished attention on my neck again, biting and licking.
“Many come to like it and seek it out, both hangua and hangu-naga.”
I wasn’t sure I agreed with all those barb-seekers, but every time I moved too much, he clicked, his arms tightening around me. And fine, there was something sexy about the whole thing. The pinching though, not so much.
“Will that barb thing hurt me?”
“Only if I pull out, and I’d not do that. This shouldn’t feel different than a vigorous night of pleasure. Still, it being your first time, you’ll be tender.”
Yeah, tender was one term for it. Well fucked another.
I blushed at the idea of thinking of myself as…
well fucked. I looked down at the strong blue arms banding across my chest. This was more than I’d bargained for.
I had a barbed cock up my ass, yet at the same time, I felt so… held. Cherished? Safe. I liked it.
I reached out and laid a hand over Inkiri’s arm. “What’s satyr mean?”
“Oh, you mean ‘Sadir’? It’s a soft candy, very sweet. It’s usually only made for holidays on Aer.”
I scoffed. “The pet name you pick for me is a holiday candy? Like a Christmas cake?”
Inkiri chuckled and tilted my head so we could look at each other. “Do you want to call me ‘honey’ in retaliation, sweet thing?”
I snorted. “Nah. I’ll call you Ink. Probably all kinds of culturally inappropriate, but ink—the kind you write with—is beautiful.”
Inkiri didn’t say anything in response, but I could guess what he thought by the way he licked my neck and throat, by how his hands soothed my still-flushed skin and gently squeezed my spent cock.
When his monster cock finally slid out of me, he cleaned me up with the utmost care, and for the first time in two years—longer than that, if I was being honest—it felt like something undeniably good had fallen into my lap. All I had to do was take it.